April 5, 2010 + a year
Posted: April 4th, 2011, 5:26 pm
Yes: everything of you is something that
I love— your dreams and wit and wisdom, but
I also love your tears; and looking at
them breaks my heart, except I’m blessed by what
it means for you to cry in front of me.
I even love the time before we’d said
we love each other and its memory
of faith – committed – built on truth, instead
of syllables, I love you. I’m enthralled
each time I think of you for who you are
and filled with thanks our friendship has been called
by newer nomenclature: family— our
own family. Every truth about you is
a truth that I will love, will hold, will kiss.
I love— your dreams and wit and wisdom, but
I also love your tears; and looking at
them breaks my heart, except I’m blessed by what
it means for you to cry in front of me.
I even love the time before we’d said
we love each other and its memory
of faith – committed – built on truth, instead
of syllables, I love you. I’m enthralled
each time I think of you for who you are
and filled with thanks our friendship has been called
by newer nomenclature: family— our
own family. Every truth about you is
a truth that I will love, will hold, will kiss.